Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir
Chapter 93 - 66: Talent_2

Chapter 93: Chapter 66: Talent_2

"When I’m working, you have free time," Shu Wan said as if she knew what Fu Yang was about to say, launching the most tempting condition at him, "The only requirement is that you stay by my side."

Fu Yang pondered for a moment. Staying by Shu Wan’s side wasn’t too bad, after all. She rarely spoke and wasn’t annoying, at least not as annoying as those bald-headed teaching directors who nagged every day at school.

Psychologically, Fu Yang was already convinced, but he wouldn’t just easily agree to Shu Wan’s request. That would make him lose face.

Fu Yang lay back down. "So you want to hire me to tutor you and I’m just supposed to agree? Honestly, you’re so dumb I can’t stand it."

Shu Wan calmly flipped through a magazine. "If I pass the exam this time, I’ll help you reach Peak War God."

"Peak War God, shit, Peak War God?" Fu Yang suddenly turned his head. "Are you serious?"

No wonder Fu Yang was so shocked, because up until now, no one in Hua Country had ever achieved the title of Peak War God.

The game that Fu Yang played, called "Survival Against All Odds," was extremely popular worldwide and had a huge user base.

Every season, the game tallied the scores of all the players, and each season there was only one Peak War God.

In past seasons, the title of Peak War God had been claimed either by professional players or by incredibly skilled ordinary gamers; Fu Yang had always wanted it, but it had seemed unattainable.

Which Chūnibyō wouldn’t dream of becoming the supreme king in a game? Now that Shu Wan said she could help him reach Peak War God, naturally, Fu Yang was excited.

But he quickly calmed down. "How could that be possible? Just with you?"

"Yes, just with me."

Shu Wan wasn’t making an empty boast. When she had previously played games with Fu Yang, she had seriously studied this one.

To be good at a game, the primary requirements were quick reflexes and a sharp mind, understanding tactics and strategy.

Coincidentally, Shu Wan felt she was top-tier in both aspects.

Thus, even though Shu Wan hadn’t played much, she believed she could help Fu Yang achieve the title of Peak War God.

Fu Yang initially didn’t want to believe her because it sounded far too absurd.

But for some reason, there seemed to be a natural, convincing power about Shu Wan.

She sat there quietly, as if she had everything under her control. If she said she could do it, then she truly could.

Fu Yang hesitated for a while, but ultimately couldn’t resist the allure of becoming the Peak War God. "I might agree to it, but what if you can’t make it?"

"Then you can ask anything of me."

"It’s a deal."

Having made an agreement with Shu Wan, although Fu Yang still thought rationally that Shu Wan was bluffing, emotionally, he had already started to fantasize about how he would show off the title of Peak War God to his friends.

He lay on the couch, a youthful smile playing around his eyes, making it obvious what he was thinking.

Shu Wan shook her head amusingly, then lowered hers to look at the magazine.

The Fu Family, from the housekeeper to the driver, were all very observant.

Perhaps because the driver had seen Shu Wan frequently reading magazines, he thought she was interested in them. Now, each time Shu Wan got into the car, there were the latest fashion magazines on the table.

The latest issues represented the cutting-edge, the most individualistic.

For instance, right now, Shu Wan was looking at a page showcasing a model with a gigantic, nearly half-human-height headdress, wearing clothes made from garbage bags.

Most incredibly, despite being made from garbage bags—with only one bag covering the whole body—the model’s movement revealed glimpses of certain body parts.

Forgive Shu Wan for not being worldly, but after she finished reading the entire magazine, she just felt that some aesthetic inclinations in the fashion world were indeed unconventional.

She called out to Fu Yang, "Fu Yang."

"What?" Fu Yang, still daydreaming about celebrating his forthcoming Peak War God title, turned his head abruptly, his eyes still twinkling with amusement.

Shu Wan’s gaze swept over Fu Yang’s flashy but layered silver hair and then over his face, which could almost be described as purifyingly delicate, finally resting on his ripped jeans.

Heartfelt comment followed, "What you wear every day, it actually looks pretty good."

"....Weirdo." Fu Yang huffed pretentiously. "I look good because I’m handsome. Anything I wear looks good."

"You may be right." After her refresher course in contemporary fashion through the magazine, Shu Wan found herself believing what Fu Yang said a bit more.